Chapter 151

What, the person who killed Lord Wu Wang has been found? As soon as the inn's guests heard, they all ran over to Feng Yan's side.

It's him! It's him, everyone quickly grab him, send him to the officials, I'll give him an official position to play with! The fatty, in an instant, found his lifeline, shouted loudly, while hoping someone would intervene.

The fatty delayed time, hoping someone could attend to him, while constantly calculating his own escape method.

The fatty's sharp peripheral vision swept over and saw a pile of armored soldiers; he secretly thought there was salvation.

But the next second, the hope on his face vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme fear.

The soldiers stopped, then bowed and saluted Feng Yan, saying: "Adventurer Lord? It's you, what brings you here?"

Nothing, just drinking tea here. Someone took my seat while I was out; I was going to ask them to change tables, but the next second he directly picked a fight with me. Here, shouldn't there be law to punish them? Feng Yan explained to the soldiers, his voice ice-cold, using his sharp peripheral vision to stare at the fatty.

The fatty felt uneasy, knowing he was done for.

In the next instant, Feng Yan pointed at the fatty and asked: "Who is this person? What's his name?"

The soldiers almost burst out laughing, stifling their smiles, and replied to Feng Yan: "If you're asking, he's one of the heads of the renovation project."

What's his name?

Wukuang.

Is he from the Wu Wang family?

Yes.

After this exchange, Feng Yan learned the fatty's identity, then took out his Adventurer Badge from his bosom, squatted down, placed it before Wukuang, and asked: "Do you recognize this?"

Wukuang stared, broke out in cold sweat behind him, his body trembling uncontrollably, his gaze at Feng Yan now filled with fear; finally his legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, voice trembling as he said: "I didn't know you were an Adventurer, sir!"

Feng Yan felt nauseated by this scene; he had originally wanted to beat him up to vent, but seeing the fatty's state, he abandoned that thought.

Just looking at that person's pleading demeanor, like a defeated dog with head lowered, awaiting punishment.

Seeing that, Feng Yan really couldn't think of how to scold him, and his anger dissipated considerably.

Get lost! Feng Yan said.

Okay, okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving... As soon as Feng Yan said "get lost," Wukuang scrambled away from his side.

My lord, what is this? The guard, utterly puzzled, thus asked Feng Yan.

Oh, nothing! Feng Yan raised his head, saw a pair of armored patrol soldiers, then asked them: "What, is there any message for me?"

Yes, my lord, His Majesty the King is urgently eager to see you, so please trouble yourself to come.

Alright! After the soldier finished speaking, Feng Yan replied and followed the soldiers back to the palace.

Meanwhile, Feng Yan didn't realize that two pairs of eyes had been watching him from above; as he followed the soldiers back to the palace, those two men spoke.

Jin Meng, you see, I wasn't wrong, right?

Yes, my lord, then can we now meet up with Lord Feng Yan? Jin Meng replied to Chen Hao's words, then asked again.

No, we should follow him first; I always feel this good-natured person will cause some trouble, so let's not do that for now. Chen Hao said to Jin Meng, and then the two quietly followed Feng Yan.

Along the way, Feng Yan kept feeling someone was following him, but he didn't think much of it, and together with the soldiers he returned to the palace, seeing the king once again.

At first Feng Yan didn't feel anything amiss, until the king appeared, which startled him.

Feng Yan saw the king's complexion pallid, dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he hadn't slept well for days.

Thus Feng Yan hurriedly asked the king: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing, the king sighed, full of worry, and replied: "My lord, since you deciphered part of our nation's treasure, although only a small portion, the nobles have been up in arms, saying I shouldn't have given the treasure to a foreigner, and that the treasure's secrets must not be fully uncovered, or else great disaster will come!"

Feng Yan, hearing this, felt somewhat displeased, thought a moment, then answered the king: "Your Majesty need not worry; we are adventurers, so we conduct ourselves with discretion."

In that case, everything rests on your efforts, my lord. The king said respectfully.

Feng Yan nodded, then ordered someone to bring paper and pen, and sketched a rough diagram.

The king and his nearby guards looked utterly perplexed, yet the sketch seemed very familiar to them; they thus asked Feng Yan: "My lord, what is this? How did you draw such a sketch?"

Oh, you mean this? This is a place I saw in a dream; there was a white-haired old man who, in a dream, told me that here lies the secret of your nation's treasure. Feng Yan did not mention the prison incident, but instead fabricated a story to bluff his way through.

Hmm, that must be your divine ability, my lord. The king nodded and said.

Feng Yan did not respond; he secretly worried about the girl's health, knowing she had little time left.

That is like an unblossomed flower, withering before it even buds, leaving a young body hearing the world's lament; but as time passes bit by bit, people gradually question, as time brings loam, slowly burying the facts.

Feng Yan's thoughts grew sorrowful, also perhaps he couldn't bear it; the dancer who died before his eyes, the half-damaged scroll in his arms, constantly reminded him that here lingers a girl's shadow.

The girl has never faded from Feng Yan's heart; rather, in this world, in his heart, she becomes ever clearer.

Thus Feng Yan still unwilling to let another girl disappear, he asked the king: "Your Majesty, do you still have any way to save this girl? This is a very important matter."

Upon hearing Feng Yan, the king felt a bit panicked, steadied himself, and asked: "My lord, is this girl truly that important? As far as I know, she's merely one of a parentless pair of siblings; her brother also died from a failed modification, is it really worth it?"

Whether it's worth it or not is your measure, not mine. So my thought is to let that girl grow up healthy. Feng Yan answered the king.

Perhaps this is the difference between you and us. The king sighed, meanwhile growing more uneasy, the girl's time is already short, if at this moment...

But whatever one fears in the heart tends to appear at such times; after saying that, a hurried footsteps came from outside the palace, and then palace maids were seen rushing onto the hall, faces panicked.

The king looked, even though he had already guessed eight or nine tenths, yet he feigned calm and asked: "What happened?"

Your Majesty, the girl is vomiting blood nonstop, trembling all over; it's likely too late to save her! The palace maid hurriedly shouted to the king.

Upon hearing, the king seated on his throne shouted: "Guards, summon the imperial physician!"

A group of guards and maids hastily withdrew from the hall, rushing to find the imperial physician; meanwhile Feng Yan, standing beside, looked at the king and said: "Your Majesty, it seems you already knew this would happen."

What do you mean? The king's heart was in turmoil, though he remained outwardly calm, he gazed at Feng Yan's eyes.

Well then, I still trust your imperial physician; since he can save once, a second or third time would naturally be no problem. Feng Yan smiled, his eyes fixed on the king.

The king felt a chill, utterly uncomfortable; if it were anyone else, he'd have found an excuse to leave, but facing this person, he cannot.

After all, he still has to rely on others.

Alright, let's not ask about that; your nation's treasure—clear the area, I'll uncover the secret of your nation's treasure right here.

You all withdraw! The king, hearing Feng Yan's words, had the guards inside slowly depart; the hall remained only with the king's confidants, already clan members.

Then I shall speak. Feng Yan, seeing that only royal family members remained around, prepared to voice his opinion.

"Wait a moment, Father King, I object!"

Feng Yan, upon hearing, felt somewhat displeased; turning his head, he thought: It turns out to be him!

As the palace maids and guards began to look for the imperial physician, Chen Hao and Jin Meng were both on the palace roof eaves, quietly observing every move around; finally seeing the guards all come out, Chen Hao felt something was off.

Chen Hao said to Jin Meng: "First came a squad of guards, surely they were looking for someone; later the officials who dispersed them, I suspect the matter involves a royal secret."

"What should we do?" Jin Meng asked.

Feng Yan smiled and asked: "Have you forgotten what our purpose is?"

Jin Meng then suddenly understood, replying: "We just need to wait for Feng Yan to come out; now he is in the open, while we in the dark can conveniently do some other things."

Jin Meng nodded, then asked Chen Hao: "So, should we now meet with Lord Feng Yan?"

"There is a need for that." Chen Hao said, then looked around and continued: "Let's wait for Feng Yan to come out; going over now is also not advisable."

Speaking of Yang Xin, after Wang Tingwan told him that matter, he hated Feng Yan even more, believing that all of this was Feng Yan's fault.

Wang Tingwan, she was clearly mine first, and I myself had also withdrawn voluntarily!

But why, why, did it end up like this?

Yang Xin never understood; after Wang Tingwan left him, he knew where she was, and every day he waited there just to catch a glimpse and strike up a conversation.

Yang Xin finally gave up; his heart gradually turned cold, and after a few days of not going there, Wang Tingwan instead took the initiative to find Yang Xin.

Yang Xin, overjoyed, walked toward her, and then he only heard Wang Tingwan say: "I still feel that being like this is very painful for us."